Chapter

 1 Pro,1|        not work, like the German monk, by reasoning, but by enthusiasm.
 2 Pro,1|        other was raised, and the monk, pale, immovable, solemn,
 3 Pro,1|   supposed it was his last. ~The monk glanced round the room as
 4 Pro,2|        is infinite," replied the monk; "and I come into your presence
 5 Pro,2|       heard from the lips of the monk such unexpected words. ~"
 6 Pro,2|         a groan which proved the monk's memory to be only too
 7 Pro,2|          it to you," replied the monk. ~Lorenzo shut his eyes,
 8 Pro,2|          his head, "never!" ~The monk, without replying a single
 9 Pro,2|      pity on Florence," said the monk. ~"But, my father," cried
10 Pro,2|       you have lived!" cried the monk, "in the midst of your courtiers
11 9,1  |       man was the poor Dominican monk Girolamo Savonarola, the
12 9,1  | discourses of the excommunicated monk would be refused communion
13 10,4 |          himself as a Franciscan monk, so that mounted an a shabby
14 10,4 |     among the baggage, clad in a monk's frock, with the hood pulled